Trouble

I’d never been in trouble before

Not that I was keeping score

Mrs. Pringle was her name

I still think her, an evil dame

At recess I loved to play

Until that sad and fateful day

I was quite an active one

Quite the tomboy, I loved my fun

Played in the dirt and raced the boys

Trucks or dolls, I loved all toys

Recess of course was the best

‘Til I failed the etiquette test

Recess over, the whistle blew

The race was on, every kid knew

We’d hurry for the very best spot

The battle for line lead to be fought

Well, I happened to win that day

But things sure didn’t go my way

Because in true tomboy fashion

What came next, got me a tongue lashin’

Standing there at the front of the line

I guess I thought I could really shine

See I’d been having fun at recess

And I’d just won another contest

Me and the boys we liked to spit

And at this sport I was quite fit

Long distance saliva- oh what a feat

I’d won that day- couldn’t be beat

So seeing one last chance to show

I threw my head back and let ‘er go

As I lifted my head up so proud

Mrs. Pringle yelled- that’s not allowed

Imagine my surprise and dread

Humiliated, my face went red

Waving her finger- she went on and on

I learned real quick- spittin’ was wrong

Tears in my eyes, my head down low

To the principal I would go

And at the end of that bad day

I decided, with boys I would not play

Of course you know that was not true

Because those boys, well, I liked a few

I learned my lesson that’s for sure

I would not spit another hocker

(at least not in front of Mrs. Pringle)